The soft light of the morning filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. The air was filled with a quiet sense of anticipation, a day full of celebration ahead. You stood by the bed, pulling a simple white shirt over your head, the fabric brushing softly against your skin. The shirt fit just right, comfortable and familiar, like an old friend. A pair of well-worn jeans lay draped over the back of a chair, waiting to complete the outfit.

As you reached for the jeans, you glanced over at Yuki, who was lounging on the bed, propped up on one elbow. His dark eyes followed your every movement, a small, playful smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He looked completely at ease, his tousled hair and relaxed posture making him seem almost cat-like as he watched you dress.

"You know," Yuki said, his voice teasing, "you look cute when you're concentrating like that. Almost like you're about to solve some big mystery."

You chuckled softly, shaking your head as you stepped into your jeans. "Yeah, because picking out clothes is a life-or-death situation," you replied, your tone light. "But if I want to impress my uncle, I have to get it just right, right?"

"Obviously," Yuki said, his grin widening. "But honestly, you could wear a potato sack, and you'd still look amazing."

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn't help the small smile that tugged at your lips. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Yuki."

"Not even a kiss?" he asked, his voice dropping to a softer, more sincere tone. There was something in the way he said it that made your heart flutter just a little bit faster.